Author's Note: My apologies truly for the delay of my published chapter considering so that I am within my summer semester or third time organized by our university, having us then to work even to when we already have arrived home. Perhaps I would be able to upload once or twice per week to then ensue the progress given. My apologies truly..

For this chapter we would have the perspective of the god of war himself and for the concluding bit, to Zeus and someone rather surprising.


Pulling their ship by the nurturing shore, neatly folded, reckoning their voyage's conclusion, liken of those soldiers hurriedly marching to the hearth of their Motherland to declare its news of surviving, would the patron known for battles prance, fleetingly through the vast hallways, his armor liken of a gong, its huffs as the metallic chains would collide against one another, declare his presence, directing himself in an aggressive manner, driven by tension.

Oh if only had the messenger been more precise to his report.

Having been the last recipient, dearly occupied with the irrelevant welfare of his wife, Aphrodite, whom has been worrying as being but the mistress faithful to a man married to war, Ares fled by the brought message regarding his mother, stopping not until he could have his arms around her.

"Ares, darling? Could that be you, child?"

Truly could there be nothing sweeter than of a son to be reunited with his mother who is nearly devoured by the despaired entity of the living, more so for him to rejoice for having her to be with, for the next bringing light of the day. Hindering himself to cry not, for he would have the frail recovering frame of his Queen in his arms, the deity could finally sense warmth, her chest now rising and declining, never more imitating the surrender of one's soul to Death.

Alas, must he cry not. Too much of his esteem would disintegrate, most especially so afore the immortal to whom he had an affair with his former wife. The reason so of their parting. Pressing his lips against the forehead of the woman, resting still to the velvety of the bed's mattress, softly as an excuse to hush the fall there is to come by his eyes.

"I have heard high of your contribution, my dear warrior. Always am I proud of my baby. My deepest gratitude."

Mommy, must you call me a baby still? More than a century old am I, not a decade.

Difficult is it to be sturdy when one is flustered. Alas, you are my lady, mother. Obliviously, his lips, upon the foremost time in ages, curved to an upward horizontal crescent moon, complimenting there is given to his mother's bliss.

Truly is she the primary source of his embarked confidence, fueling cow-rage [courage] should there be an opponent against the divinity. Perhaps unlike mortals, could he live not without the foremost hand that aid him to walk. The one to whom nurtured him to a man considering so a certain man could never be a father until the latter times, though truly is it still suspicious.

Words soon seem to only hide within the back of his tongue yet to his eyes, would his mind like to say more to his rather peculiar new-found insight.

Taking a short glance upon the purity there is to the gown made of silk, loosely attached to the queen, marking not her figure, there were rather streaks of oil, evident enough of her embracing the only child she produced alone. Something he is truly wishing to then take advances against the King. Tears were there, taking into account it would be from the deity of forge himself as his eyes were rather hinted with a hue of scarlet. Not too soon however did he notice that the King himself has made not a move nor perhaps given not the opportunity to have himself an embrace from his dearest.

Soon came forth the beauty he is wedded with, truly in rage, witnessing him once more with his mother, the lady she would describe as someone who would be happy of having their lives miserable to which he would strongly disagree onto, considering their marriage is blessed by hers as the entity of all known vows.

An interrogation was it again beside the door of the said area embracing the Queen, an outrage to which he bears no sins, taking as though the court had already him guilty as they continue along with his case. Truthfully so is he exhausted, with this matter of Love hindering itself to portray as such, just so of an argument that should have been brought down along with the corpses her suitors or lovers from the past. Not too soon however, as a dog he is unto an emotional master could he then soon hear his wife mockingly say;

"Truly have you only manipulated not the course of your marriage, gold digger, but of also having your son truly poisoned by the devotion you gave that is an illusion for your motive of succumbing Zeus." Dry was silence by the delivery of her speech, to which the limelight presumably went hers, "Love shall come from the wind that would have the waves trample your pride, eradicating all known trickery you have."

"I too can command the wind, woman. Mighty is the storm within me that could strip you bare should you dare try."

Hera soon spoke as though in full splendor is she, dutifully armored, resting onto her golden throne, illuminating in glory as the heated Aphrodite departed in a hurried manner. To his senses could he hear Hephaestus whisper of having her bound in the chain he once constructed due to her infidelity if it means of disciplining her. Regrettably, there came more pity onto comforting his dear wife as he tried to navigate his way towards hers. If only could he then accompany the Queen with the bastard within the room, our Lady would have been protected from the beast he had become.


Closing the vast ingress and egress, having his hands by the knob, turning it clockwise for security dealings, Zeus knew not how to then make a certain gesture of affection without the means of interfering with her new-found activity. Now living, he would confess, daunted was the king be upon the flora blossoming once more by the sand, independent without now the needed nurture that she should have been bestowed before. Having to then witness her rage, rekindled so of what fear he would kneel for, though to now did it, faintly, hard to admit, turned him on.

"You returned, love." An embrace completed with a smile, was to be ensued yet hindered by the motion going backward from the Queen as she shifted farther from his reach.

"I returned not to reconcile upon our relationship but rather of a term."

"Please do speak, my love. Anything for you." Entwining his hands with hers, they were rather unresponsive. Only there to then occupy, never to accommodate. If only, truly so, could she now witness of his dedication, having to remain by her side day and night, never to go afar from his beloved, regrets consumed with the high chorus of guilt. Hera, the only woman now within his mind to be concerned of. Should they soon be corpse would he would have her carried, sacred truly not to let her feet make contact onto the ground as their grave would be a knot, to dust would they turn if one would diverse them both.

"With Hades' encouragement..."

Hades. Must he come in between once more.

"Have I then made the decision of coming home, yet only upon portraying as the mother, the Queen, rather, needed of our subjects, no more and no less."

"What of," His voice dearly suggesting not to ask with his mind knowing what may then come. "as a wife?"

"To then be the image of marriage would my throne sit beside you."

Arms soon to have her once more, to then take her dearly within the warmth of his frame, to utter an I love you...

"Nonetheless, our given holistic affection as husband and wife would then begone. Liken of those beings below our divinity, custody they would do so term, would we only come as parents to the subject our children had become with their descendants."

"What are you proposing, love? I am here, and to only you would I submit, please.."

"That is a beautiful lie you have there, darling. Alas, have I known better now."

"Better you say?"

"Too long have I been holding on within the stupidity of having yet another day to which hope would soon redeem the ruins to an empire we have dreamed of, dearest. Yet with the pressure of both our sins weakening the foundation of our abode, could one call the hearth warm when it is losing what keeps it living? "

"Must you doubt my dedication now, my Queen? Truly would I be here, honoring your name as I am to paint your frame beside mine."

"Would there be a reason to which I may say no?"

"By then, do you then love me no more?"

"I do..love you"

Then why not have me within your arms?

"Yet I have to love myself better. And truly so could I not do it so if I am to be fed with deceit and infidelity."

"Hera, please, all I am to ask would be of another chance. Is my given stay not enough?"

"Truly have I loved fiercely, only to then exhaust myself. Drowning was I yet you only stared, hands upon your back rather than reaching."

"But love, my dearest wife, to whom I have vowed to the River Styx to worship, truly so would there be some way you would want me then to do to prove how dedicated I am."

"Oh how love could be tender while mocking us to its ideal frame. To then come and go with the sins considering that when little are we told of love to lat forever. I know better now, Zeus. Truly have I tried to become the woman you have always desired of having. Molding myself to appease your lust for affection yet never would I be good for you. That I have realized to when in the brink of non-existence. Have it not upon the negative point that I acknowledged not your efforts. Truthfully do you have my deepest gratitude."

Hera.. must you then go afar? To be utterly so close yet your gaze far from mine.

Sensing the comfort he had lingered to her rising, her lips was soon pressed to his coarse cheeks, shaven not from his constant worry of never leaving her. Longer than a second, he took the chance to settle his arms around the lady, approved with her still figure, head declined to his shoulders.

"I have loved you dearly, Zeus. To where my fear would be more of losing you than of anything I could spare of. Yet, to thousands of apologies you present to every rose could that not veil the bruises given. Let me be free, my King as to now am I no longer to argue with your affairs. Come and go they may within our abode, as no longer am I a wife but the mother of our kin. Wedded yet, blinded was I onto the dream there is of having a partner to whom my trust could be given justice. Perhaps so could one say have I been enlightened upon the real show to when the curtain descend upon the perfect illusion I have trapped my soul with."

"Love.."

"Please, does that not satisfy you so? To then be polyamorous, never then hindered of our wedded vows?"

"But you are the only lady there is for me, darling. Only you."

Let me embrace you dearly, treat you liken of the little lass, spoil you with kisses, never more to have the entwinement go afar.

"Fret not, owlright? Truly would I stay by your side yet no longer as the woman who would have to then wait for your arrival by the coming of Selene, only to then sleep upon the caress of the bitter cold outside. No more flimsy locks.."

"Yet, truly am I already here, darling. By the entrance of our quarters, to then have my lips pressed on both of your soft cheeks, gently never parting as the arms of your lover would keep you safe and comfortable, reassuring the night is with you."

"Please, Zeus.." Parting from him, she soon returned to the land of her solitude that became their bed before and retired. Her chest soon liken of the pacified ocean, off to the cradle of Hypnos. Visage though featuring exhaustion came relief to the greater depression.

Would this then be what mortals feel? To then have their grip lose as the other surrender, succumbing so to a spiral what they would call an ache to their heart? Certainly had he done her wrong and not a coward is he of confessing it, showering her of benevolent when only to ask for a kiss. To have a man she may call a partner upon the kin prospering amidst their sanctuary, not of a guest who would expect her to dutifully do all acts prior to her responsibility.

With his gaze never leaving hers as his part of the bed was rather kept accompanied with a void, staining his cheeks would be of tears, realizing perhaps that all is by the conclusion.

Hera, may you permit me to love you.. please? Should this be our last night, could we not have it liken of lovers, hands entwined as they are more than friends, a memory to serve me bliss should I not love once again?